AS Janani observed the thorny device with a bird's eye, the spikes were precisely sharp, evenly spread, and adequately spaced. The indigenous addition to agricultural equipment, a spindle-shaped design of art, promised a revolution in crop cultivation. It could sow seeds along with nutrients for large acres at a time, paving the way for complete organic farming without the need for pesticides.
As Janani donned the device, the spindle started its rhythmic dance over the hardened earth, softening it to a clay-like consistency. The new spikes touched the field, protruding and piercing deep and straight. An easy farming method was now within reach, and the most advantageous aspect was that the yield would be ready before the month's end.
Janani's vision had taken root. Thirty-three acres of land had opened up, fresh with a fertile seed inside the layers. As the spindle rotated with the grr grr grr sound, all eyes and ears of the people surrounding were focused. They grinned ear to ear, expressing the happiness of their successful mission. Mother Earth looked fresh, vast, and beautiful, and a kind of aroma stuck to the nasals of the people sitting, squatting, and standing. The young scientist jubilantly shouted, "Hip Hip hurray, Janani Madam! Your vision of new farming has taken a new turn. Now the farmers can conveniently grow this special crop, and our fields will be a testament to sustainable and organic agriculture."
At this Janani slid to her past, she was a new joiner at Agricultural College Hebbal when her curiosity about the new methods of farming was at its best. She had asked several questions to the dean and also herself, why does the farmer still toil to till the land? There are so many devices but nothing seemed satisfying to her. She had always imagined vast hard lands, deserted lands, where no crops sprouted. She wanted to find a solution and make vast lands fertile. As the population grew exponentially, the lands at one hand were not available for agriculture, and acres and acres of non-fertile lands were haunting her. She researched all the devices used for tilling, she burnt the midnight oil to arrive at the metals that can be used for speed farming, and finally, her engineering mind helped her to come out with this spindle. Today, as she heard the young scientists cheering her, she was on cloud nine.
In about one hour 33 acres of unfertile land transformed and the very appearance of the land said it all. Now it was the saints' phase in her life, she had to meditate for a few days and wait for the sprouts to come up. during this phase, she wrote papers and papers of the toil that went behind at arriving at this spindle. The stones that were collected by the two large pockets on either side of the spindle were stark white and labs reported that these white stones had great mineral content and also could be used in making decent jewelry.
The seeds that she obtained from a farmer at Chennaraya Patna were not less than ordinary. these were the new seeds of grain imported from Burma, that cooked and tasted like rice but were rich in proteins. Burmese were using this in some parts of their country, and research showed that in an era where diabetes was prevalent, none of the people in those places showed diabetes. Janani's satisfaction doubled as she realized the broader impact: contributing to agriculture and addressing health issues. The Burmese grain seeds served as a solution to prevalent health problems, particularly diabetes, offering a glimmer of hope in a field dominated by challenges.
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